Monday I'm bicycling in to work after a week out sick. I still can't really talk. I know people will think I'm nuts for not driving but.. bicycling feels great. My legs don't stop working when I have a runny nose. Life's too short to waste it in a car.
I'm on Middlefield coming up to where I need to take a left onto Charleston. The light is red. No one is going very far. I signal that I need to get over and the first car immediately yields and I move out of the bike lane and in front of them. I signal that I need to cross the next lane. I watch in my mirror as a black SUV steps on the gas rather then let me cross in front of him. Fine. Whatever. I cross the lane after him and then settle at the red light, immediately behind black SUV, at a red light. He's in front so I guess he wins or something.
Light turns green. Black SUV goes through the intersection and turns left and I follow him. And something funny happens. There's road construction ahead and traffic for the cars is backed up all the way to the intersection. I slide into the slim bicycle lane and pass the black SUV. I continue passing cars all the way to the next intersection where a construction worker calls me "chica" and waves me through.
I never see the black SUV again. I suppose he got to wherever he was going. Eventually.